“The petals look like spun gold!” declared Connie, peering down into the tulip’s deep cup. “This is the tulip your uncle developed, isn’t it?” demanded Vevi. She wanted to force Hanny to tell. However, Hanny only laughed. Quickly, she led the Brownies on to another section of the field, devoted entirely to purple flowers. “You may each pick a bouquet of these,” she told the girls. “They are the common type of tulips--not special like the others. Next week, you may have all the tulips you can pick.” “Loads and loads of them?” Sunny asked eagerly. “We’ll have more than we can sell,” Hanny explained. “Uncle Peter likes to have the blossoms picked off, so that the strength of the bulb will not be sapped.” The little girl told the Brownies that during the next week, hundreds of visitors likely would come to the farm to see the flowers in bloom. Many would order bulbs for fall delivery, selecting the color and type they liked best. “If Uncle Peter receives many orders, I may be able to stay in America,” Hanny declared. “I hope people like the new varieties he has developed.” The little Dutch girl next took the Brownies to an adjoining field, ablaze with rare and splendid colors. “Uncle Peter calls these his ‘Rembrandt’ tulips,” Hanny said. “Wasn’t Rembrandt a famous painter?” inquired Connie. “The tulips were named for him because of their beautiful colors,” Hanny explained. “When Darwin tulips ‘break’ into fantastic color combinations, they are called Rembrandts.” “I like this one,” declared Rosemary. She pointed to a tulip which was very exotic appearing with flame-red petals on a white background. “It is very pretty,” said Vevi, “but I like the Golden Beauty much better.” Connie asked Hanny what caused tulips to change color or to “break” as horticulturists called it. “Uncle Peter says ‘breaking’ is really a tulip disease, caused by the combined action of two viruses,” the little Dutch girl explained. “The flowers change color, but the plant keeps growing normally.” “My, there must be a lot to growing tulips,” sighed Sunny. As the children trooped out of the Rembrandt field, they spied Peter Van Der Lann near the office. He was watering a display of potted plants as he chatted with Miss Mohr and the Brownie Scout leader. Hanny immediately sought him to ask if he would have time to make wooden shoes for the girls. The nurseryman put aside his watering can. “And why should I make wooden shoes?” he asked, smiling indulgently at his beloved niece. “Because the Brownie Scouts need them to wear at Mrs. Langley’s flower show. You can’t turn them down, Uncle Peter, because they have invited me to be a Brownie too! May I, Uncle Peter?” Miss Gordon and the librarian already had talked to the nurseryman about his niece joining the organization. So Peter had his answer ready. “You may join, little Hanny,” he declared. “And I will make the shoes.”